FLASH
Shkruar nga Pamfleti
- Shocking confessions in the book "Magazine 18", by Simore Cristicchi and Jan Bernas
Regimes with extreme ideologies always make life terribly difficult for their citizens. But no less are the experiences of those who historical fate threw between the two chakes; fascist and communist regimes, as described in the book "Magazine 18", which gives us shocking evidence of Italians exiled from Istria, Fiume and Dalmatia. From the brilliant mind of the philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, came the words that; "Living is suffering, surviving is finding a meaning for suffering". This is also the intention of author Simone Cristicchi, winner of the Sanremo festival, with the song; "I will give you a rose", with the journalist Jan Bernas, as the survivors try to reflect, in the form of confessions and a non-chronological diary, what it was like for that population that, although in its own land, remained a bone of contention between Italy , since Mussolini and Tito's Yugoslavia.
All their tragedy is played out under the direction of the Great Powers and then, under their indifference to the painful consequences that the decisions made brought. The claims of the parties were settled by favoring the Slavs who were called winners, at the expense of those who, although they were simple people, were branded as losers, forgetting that the winners were even more savage, as it is completely as Ronald Reagan said, that; "Communism can only work in two places, in heaven, where they don't need it, and in hell, where they already have it."
And to see this hell, it is enough to get inside "Store 18", this horrible blood number, according to Neapolitan letters. That when you enter there, there is no way not to evoke so many bitter memories of those old races, thrown in a mess for a long time and gnawed by rats and moths, but which, even as they are, speak the language of what happened.
Those families and those people, many of whose homes were split in two; since half belonged to Italy and the other to Yugoslavia, they themselves were divided, as they did not know where to keep them, especially in the confusion that followed after the collapse of the Titian communists with Stalin, where the people of this country itself was divided into two.
And from that country where the sword of revenge and class war fell on its own people, you could not expect fair, noble and humane behavior towards the remaining Italians. Goli Otoku with his horrors that did not spare the citizens of the Federation of Yugoslavia, nor did he count the "collaborators" of fascism, as the innocent Italian citizens were called, anyway politically perverted or not interested in it at all.
At that time of hysteria and the supposed revolutionary enthusiasm of the new proletarian class, according to the testimony of the young girl, Marie, "There were people who came from the forest, unwashed and poorly dressed, and in the building of the Italian Bank, they raised chickens and , they grew parsley in the bathroom tub. They didn't know what a toilet, a bathtub, or a bidet was", it was no wonder why, based on the criminal's instinct, they not only discriminated or expelled them, but also threw men and women into the abyss .
The prisoners for no reason destroyed them not only physically, turning them into Mathhausen skeletons, but also morally, to the extent that they forced them not to declare the dead, for a spoonful of liquid soup, or mistreated them, accused them and even lynched them. between two lines, one - the other. Still terrified, Mrs. Nella Osso remembers: "We were scared. From time to time, the old partisans told us: "There are still vacancies in the karst hills".
In the book there are many cases of Slavic atrocities, which for us Albanians are not historically unknown, but here it is not left without remembering that even the shirtless were behaved with meanness, that in implementation of the Duce's orientation that; "we will follow the policy of the strong hand, without tolerating anyone", they set fire to the "Balkan" Hotel in Trieste, which they considered to be the heart of the cultural center, which brought the first break between the two countries, that of Venezia - Giulia - s.
A witness to those events claims that the Slavs, after arresting and putting seven members of the family in a truck, where the night swallowed them up, tied him up with barbed wire and then walked him around, dragging him between shouts; "death - death"! they also took her to trial, which was done by the so-called people's judges, former farmers of her father. For them, she was doubly "enemy"; both Italian and rich. They sentenced him to death, but to his surprise they returned his sentence to imprisonment in medieval dungeons.
In this book, the conclusion is reached that; "Yugoslavia, on the Istrian peninsula (which ironically means dancer in the Etruscan language), brought out the most ferocious and murderous nationalism that could ever be thought of." And then comes the surprise; even when some of them return to Italy, the unions, with communist influence, await them with calls; "Fascists, disappear from here"! "You are all criminals"! And this attitude followed them for a long time, both on the street and at school, or in any mundane job that could be given to them. But there were also many of those who, since they came from Yugoslavia, called them communists, and in Yugoslavia, fascists?!
And when those who fled from the Dalmatian, Fiumanian and Istrian lands, in the years 1943 - 1954, they went and knocked on their houses, received them with disdain and chased them away saying; "What do you want here?" Because of the lack of money, the mothers turned into beggars, because even in those poor camps, where they were gathered, the director sold the food that came to the refugees, not forgetting that some women who passed there first scared the children: "The refugees will eat you ". And who were they doing this to?! It is painful to say; to that woman who had also taken with her onions, to plant lilies in her place.
I am not going further, but I am quoting the message of this book "The universal acceptance of the truth, even if it is inconvenient, is the only way to separate good ideals from reprehensible actions. To commemorate an event, the truth must first be known. And the latter is known by listening with the heart, not just with the ears." That the massacres have no political colors, they are simply painted with blood. And this message applies to all the refugees of the world, for which in the accompanying poems of the book, it is repeated as a refrain: "It is the 11th Commandment - to "Don't forget". Comparisons with us, do it yourself!/ Memorie.al
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